A Preferred Women's Health of Charlotte

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside A Preferred Women’s Health in Charlotte, he heard an unusual announcement over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our waiting room is now officially a no-pants zone.’ Confused but curious, the delivery driver looked around, only to see several women casually reading magazines without any pants on. One lady next door, who was watering her plants, waved cheerfully and said, 'Morning, honey! The new policy helps us relax while we wait.' The delivery driver drove off, shaking his head and muttering something about strange places in Charlotte.

2. At dawn, when most clinics were quiet, a delivery driver found himself delivering boxes to an unusual address—A Preferred Women’s Health. The sunrise cast long shadows over the parking lot, and as he unloaded packages, he noticed something odd: the clinic doors seemed to open and close on their own. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw only empty rooms. Suddenly, a voice from behind said, ‘Morning, delivery guy! Did you bring our usual?’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly receptionist who asked if he had brought the monthly supply of… paper towels? Everyone in town still jokes that A Preferred Women’s Health must specialize in tissue distribution!’

3. At dusk, a delivery driver parked his truck near A Preferred Women’s Health and noticed something peculiar on the pavement—a tiny pair of stiletto heels, perfectly polished and abandoned. Curious, he picked them up and found a note inside: ‘Forgot these in the car—will pick up later.’ The next morning, no one claimed them. Months passed before an elderly lady walked in, saying, “Those are mine… I must’ve left them here ages ago.” Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been finding her shoes for months.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck near A Preferred Women’s Health, thinking he had enough time for a quick stretch before heading back to base. Just then, an elderly lady walked out, pushing a walker and muttering something about her ‘annual check-up.’ The delivery guy froze, heart pounding—until he heard her say, ‘Next time I’ll ask for an appointment!’ He relaxed, realizing it was just another late-night visit. Back on the road, he thought, ‘At least they’re thorough here in Charlotte.’